And I Step Into A New World

I

And I step into a new world,
my toes tingling, my chest buzzing,
fingertips sending me across ivory keys.

I am lost and limbless in an aroma of harmony.
I rise, higher, my eyes growing narrower,
my heart thudding galacticly in my throat,
wild blocks of shapes fit together and pass me by,
the black curtain to my back all-encompassing.

Then a silence, a forgotten peace to my soul, a stroke of remembering, then a touch of agony. I whirl in a gray fog of myself, changing dramatically, feeling all that is felt:

Dissonance, harmony, diminished, minor…
A love-long magic strikes me,
and I slowly sink off the stage in my ballet attire,
feeling all that is felt,

I spin slowly, gaining the audience’s hushed tears,

I kneel to the ground,
Drowned in a waterfall of romantic loss,

I throw my head back, shattering the black curtain, dramatically.

And I slump over the stage, summoning all the empathy of the world, and die.

Applause and heart-aware sobs and wails, shake the auditorium, celebrating the transcendence of a romantic heart.

II

The river now slow after the waterfall, I still on a log that floats only straight, I look around with virgin eyes, taking in green carpet and brown protrusion, my toes are still tingling.

A familiar, foreign, almost forgotten place settles inside me, where I see waves crashing into cliffs, silently, eerily, slowly.

I glide ontop the mirror until I have nearly stopped, the log seeming more buoyant as we slow.

I depart, bidding the log adieu.

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